Glued to my seat.
It's 3 AM. To the minute - if you don't believe me, look at the time this entry was posted.
I desperately want to go to bed, but somehow, somewhere, my body has become physically incapable of turning off this wretched computer.
Help me. Bake me a pie. Send me money. Wish me goodnight.
Cheers
I desperately want to go to bed, but somehow, somewhere, my body has become physically incapable of turning off this wretched computer.
Help me. Bake me a pie. Send me money. Wish me goodnight.
Cheers
8 Comments:
I'll bake you the pie you so wanted three posts ago.
Mmmm, pie.
Cheers
Buonas noches, amigo.
Too late.
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Hey that reply was too damned quick, my friend. :)
You haven't even been to bed yet, you've been sitting there all this time hitting that friggin' refresh button! I recognise that addiction!
;)
I repeat: step..away..from..the..browser!
:)
That would be horrible, wouldn't it? It hasn't gotten that far..
.. yet.
Cheers
You're in denial. That is the first sign of addiction. It's okay. We are all in this together. I, too, need help. There is no remedy, it seems. It worsens, especially on weekends when I'm at home.
You are such a blog whore!
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